10. Chapter 10
Chapter ten
“Molly, wake up. We’re here,” said Mitch. Isla didn’t know where here was. She sat up in her seat and looked around. They were in a motel parking lot.
“Wait here and stay down. I’m going in to get a room.”
Five minutes later, Mitch was back. They drove to the back of the motel and Mitch parked the SUV in front of one of the other rooms. He got out of the car and helped her out.
Then he guided her to their room. It was a standard bad motel room—two queen beds, bad wallpaper, paisley quilts. A rug that had seen some things.
“We’re just staying here for the night, as a precaution,” said Mitch. “Lara and Colt are nearby. Dirk and Max are headed back to the compound. We want to make sure we haven’t been compromised. If all is well, we’ll be on the road again in the morning. We can’t trust that we weren’t followed.”
“Why the change of plans?” Isla said, feeling groggy.
“We had a tip that there’s a hit on your head—like we didn’t know that.
I’m still not confident that there isn’t an informant at the Agency.
So we’re still considering this a black op.
I know my team and I’d trust them with my life, but I’m not ready to trust anyone else.
My superiors agree with me. So we’ll continue to play this out my way.
I keep my promises, Molly. I’ll keep you safe and my superiors will find the leak.
Now how about we get something to eat. What would you like? ”
“How are we going to do that?”
“I’ve got a burner phone. Colt will bring us whatever we want.”
“I really don’t care,” Isla said. Thinking that someone wanted very badly to murder her didn’t give her much appetite. “Why don’t you decide?”
“Pizza and wings sound good to you?”
“That’s fine, no anchovies!”
“Uck! How about pepperoni and mushrooms?”
“Perfect.”
Mitch made the call. Thirty minutes later, Colt and Lara came through the door with dinner in hand.
“Where are you guys?” Mitch asked.
“Four doors down. We told the desk clerk we were on our honeymoon,” Colt said as he put his arm around Lara and pulled her to his side, nuzzling her neck.
“Stop!” Lara said as she slugged him in the stomach.
“Ouch! Why’d you do that?”
“Because I’m not your wife, so cut it out or you’ll be on your back on the floor,” said Lara toughly. Isla could tell she was enjoying this banter though.
“Are you on the floor with me?” Colt asked coyly.
Lara cracked her knuckles.
“Now children…” Mitch chuckled.
“Why do I always have to play the loving wife with Colt?” Lara asked. “Why not Dirk or Max?”
“Because the way the two of you bicker,” Mitch laughed. “You’re the most convincing.”
Lara rolled her eyes. “We wouldn’t last a week together. It’s bad enough we have to spend so much time together. He’s like a toothache!”
They ate their food cross-legged on the beds.
Isla was yawning for the fifth time when Colt said, “We’re out of here.
Come on, wife. It’s time for us to leave so Molly can get some shut-eye.
If all’s clear, we’ll be back at the compound by noon tomorrow.
Call if you need us. Lara’s on watch tonight. ”
“Hopefully, we won’t need to,” said Mitch. “Get some sleep, we’ll see you in the morning. Seven o’clock work for you both?”
“We’ll bring coffee and breakfast and be on our way.”
When it was just the two of them, Isla said, “I’m going to take a shower.
Hopefully that’ll take the kinks out of my neck.
” She took her bag and went into the bathroom.
After a nice hot shower, her shoulders and neck still screamed.
She finished brushing her teeth and pulled on a pair of yoga pants and a T-shirt.
When she reentered the bedroom, Mitch was on his laptop, engrossed in whatever he was reading.
“All set?” Mitch asked, concerned. “How’s your neck?”
“I’ll be fine.” She smiled to hide her pain.
“Come here,” he said, patting the bed. “Now sit.”
Isla sat on the edge of the bed and Mitch climbed behind her. He put his hands on her shoulders, then started to knead out the knots. “You really are tight,” he said, as he continued to massage her neck and shoulders. “The stress of this whole situation has taken a toll on you, hasn’t it?”
“It has—but whatever you’re doing feels really good,” she said, then dropped her head onto her chest. She was practically purring as he continued massaging her shoulders. His touch was golden, and her body hummed. Desire pooled between her legs and her core pulsed.
Mitch leaned down, his mouth just inches from her neck. Closer. She arched her neck to give him better access. Closer. His lips grazed her skin. “Please,” she purred. Her breath was raspy as he continued his exploration. He kissed her milky white shoulders, dusted with freckles.
Isla reached up and pulled his head down to meet her lips.
This time, he ran the tip of his tongue along the seam of her lips.
She welcomed him in without hesitation, their tongues exploring each other.
She turned in his arms and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down beside her on the bed.
He pulled his lips away from hers and kissed along her jawline, traveling down to her breasts.
His hands slipped under the hem of her shirt, and he lifted it over her head.
He took each breast into his hands, his thumbs swiping gently across her pebbled nipples.
Lowering his head, he took one into his mouth and suckled, while his fingers played with the other.
Isla moaned softly. Her body quaked as desire trembled through her. She took his face between her hands, then lifted his head to meet her gaze. It had darkened with desire.
She wanted this, wanted him. But she didn’t want to be stupid.
“Mitch, are we sure about this?” Isla asked.
“I don’t want us being together to compromise your job.
And if we only have this one time, I’ll accept that.
But I can’t let my life end without feeling you inside me. I need this, I need you.”
He stroked a finger down her cheek, then across her lips.
They were swollen from his kisses. He gently kissed them again, sucking her lower lip into his mouth.
He eased back and his darkened gaze sought hers.
“Isla, what I feel for you, I’ve never felt before with any other woman I’ve ever been with.
It might be wrong what’s about to happen here, but what happens between us is just that—between us. I want you.”
Her heart raced as she pulled him once more toward her.
He hovered over her body as she pulled the shirt up his chest. He grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled it over his head.
Her hands skimmed over his chest, every divot and valley waiting to be explored.
She wanted to savor every moment of their time together.
Who knew how long this would last? She may never see him again after today.
Anything could happen.
Mitch’s senses were in a tailspin. Her body was so lush, curves in all the right places, her breasts full and voluptuous.
He wanted to worship her body, every inch of it.
He couldn’t get enough of the feel of her skin against his.
He didn’t want to rush their love making.
If this were the only time they would ever be together, he wanted her to know it meant something.
He wanted her to know what it was like to be worshipped and that he would cherish the memory of their time together—always.
Mitch’s erection pulsed against her thigh. He trailed kisses along her body, caressing her with his touch. There was only the two of them in this universe at this moment.
Mitch’s hand wandered down to the waistband of her yoga pants as he pulled them down her legs, then pulled them off her feet.
He pulled her to the edge of the bed and dropped to his knees between her thighs.
His touch traveled up her legs, and she parted them for him as he kissed the inside of her upper thighs.
Finally, he reached the apex of her legs.
He dipped his head down to suckle the right spot.
Her body arched into his mouth as his tongue swirled around the most sensitive part of her.
He pushed a finger into her channel and pumped at a relentless pace as she writhed beneath his touch.
He knew she needed him to help her relieve her tension.
He felt her body tense as her core pulled him into her. He added another finger and curved them to find her sweet spot. Her hands gripped his head as she pulled him closer. He could feel her body spasm as she went over the edge, her inner muscles pulsing, holding his fingers firmly in place.
“Oh Mitch!” she crooned. He could taste her release as it coated his tongue, so sweet.
He craved more. He reached down to his waist and undid the button.
He pulled down the zipper, his erection fighting to be released from its prison.
He was so hard it hurt. As he traveled back up to her mouth, he kicked off his jeans and boxers.
They laid together thigh to thigh, belly to belly, chest to breast. He couldn’t believe how comfortably they fit together. “I need to get a condom.”
“I’m on the pill,” she said. “And all clean. I want to feel you, if it’s okay. All of you.”
“I’m clean as of my last checkup. If you’re sure…”
“I’m sure,” she said without hesitation. “I just want you inside me. I need you.”
He deepened their kiss. As he settled between her soft thighs, his erection probed her entrance.
Looking into her sparkling eyes, he entered her slowly.
He gently pushed into her inch by inch until he was fully sated.
He kissed her lips and danced with her tongue as he waited for her body to adjust to his girth.
Then slowly, rhythmically, he pumped into her body.
His pace quickened as he felt her core tightening around him.
He lifted her leg over his hip to bring them closer together.
“Harder, Mitch. Faster! Oh my God, I’m going to come again.
” Her body trembled as her orgasm took over.
Mitch could feel the tell-tale tingle run down his spine as he pumped into her, a sweet release.
He collapsed on top of her, spent. His body still pulsed as he flipped onto his side.
He brought her with him, still inside her.
Connected in every way. He didn’t want to part himself from her.
They eventually pulled apart, his seed trickling down her thighs. He got up and went into the bathroom, returning with a warm washcloth for her. She lay there sleepily as he cleaned her up, looking up at him with a coy smile on her lips.
“That was a first for me,” she said finally, in awe. “So that’s how orgasms are supposed to feel…I could get addicted to them,” she giggled.
“You’re kidding, right? You’ve never had an orgasm before?” Mitch said with surprise.
“I’ve had little ones, when I…you know. But nothing like that! Let’s do it again!”
Mitch laughed at her enthusiasm. “Can we wait a little bit? You took a lot out of me. Give me a chance to recover,” he chuckled. Then his hand ventured down between her legs. “But that doesn’t stop you from having another one.”